Travis in Wonderland

I’ve been taking Elvis (used to be Elvira the Silkie, but she had a sex change) out to the garden with me the past couple of days since it’s been overcast and fairly cool.  He loves helping with the gardening, but unfortunately he prefers earthworms to potato beetles.  Unless I hand pick the potato beetles for him.  Then he’ll kill them, but not eat them.   Whatever, as long as they’re dead!

The only problem is that he doesn’t want me to leave him alone.  If I so much as move to a different bed, he throws a little hissy fit until he either figures out a way to follow me, or I come back and get him.  It’s terrifying in the great wide world, best to have a big scary human with you at all times when you’re out of your hutch.  So today I thought why the heck not, let’s take Travis out to the garden to keep Elvis company.  I haven’t taken any of the bunnies out to the garden with me yet, so this was a first.  I picked Travis because A) he’s best buddies with Elvis, and B) he’s big and fat and probably can’t out hop me if he decided to be hard to catch.

The first thing he did when I put him down in the grass was to climb up my leg and sniff my knee.  Then he realized that there was a veritable buffet of greens at his disposal and off he went to explore.

 

Even though he didn’t go far, he’d always come hopping back to make sure I was still there to protect him from lions, and tigers, and bears.

And Woogies.

 

Woogie was very interested in the garden happenings today.  But the poor old guy is too arthritic to jump the 3’ fence and come in to investigate. 

After a mere 10 minutes, Travis was exhausted from all the eating and hopping he had accomplished so he lay next to the fence with Elvis and waited for me to pick him up and take him back to the hutch.

 

I can’t believe I took nearly 50 pictures of Travis.   I think there might be something wrong here.

Inter-species relationships

I am the last person in the world to be called racist.   Just look at the variety I have here on the farm!  I don’t view humans any different than chickens – variety is the spice of life.  So when it comes to inter-racial relationships, I’m all about doing what makes you happy and to hell with what anyone else thinks about it.

But I guess in some ways I’m a little more traditional than I think.  Take the Elvira / Travis relationship for example.  I figured maybe Elvira was big enough to go into the coop with the rest of the Silkies so I moved her out there Sunday evening.  Bright and early Monday morning, she was standing on the porch scolding me about how terribly frightening it was to walk all the way from the coop back to the house on her own.  I bent over and she practically leapt into my hands and I put her back in with Travis, who was jumping around the hutch in bunny ecstasy when he saw that Elvira was home.

I don’t get it.  Does Travis think he’s a bird or does Elvira think she’s a bunny?  They eat together..

 

… and they even sleep together.

 

Odd as it is, I suppose I can live with it. 

 

But then there’s this.

 

 

  

 

And I’m just not sure how I’m supposed to handle  that.